Submissions by DecipherMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write poetry more than anything in the world. I even break my heart at times to see what words I can generate. I want to inspire deeper feelings. I write religious topics and pagan mythology along with violent happiness and depressed titillation
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2019 3:05am
13th Sep 2019 3:05am
Poor Man's Pride
On the body of this edifice,
on the wasps and brown rats of the ground,
"If my peers can work themselves to death,
I'll fester too in my father's clothes,"
grits as smile
and devises plump hymn like the coops of young but apple stuffed-chickens,
so drugged out to step
center-right of the pump and circumstance brigade
stood watch with beneficactor's concealed teets
in open-carry platitude.
People are born, breed, die,
on sacrament of a love.
They stammer, leaning here, bloated out, ...
on the wasps and brown rats of the ground,
"If my peers can work themselves to death,
I'll fester too in my father's clothes,"
grits as smile
and devises plump hymn like the coops of young but apple stuffed-chickens,
so drugged out to step
center-right of the pump and circumstance brigade
stood watch with beneficactor's concealed teets
in open-carry platitude.
People are born, breed, die,
on sacrament of a love.
They stammer, leaning here, bloated out, ...
#LifeStruggles
#money
#LifeCycle #poverty
#LifeCycle #poverty
459 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Sep 2019 7:43am
9th Sep 2019 7:43am
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Behind the movements of cadence and the whirling of misted blueshine,
the White Light sleeps,
born into this vegetation at the pulps and fibre pressed
of conifer.
Reality wills to double back,
unvexes its embroidered mania ante bellum
and falls off into nova and fat seats of nebula flakes at Pillars of Creation, cradles of the fancy
returning after how many entropic warps of consciousness
to this same clear page
without consequence or higher purpose than to broil
and over into prismic subjectivity,
entertaining longer waves of...
the White Light sleeps,
born into this vegetation at the pulps and fibre pressed
of conifer.
Reality wills to double back,
unvexes its embroidered mania ante bellum
and falls off into nova and fat seats of nebula flakes at Pillars of Creation, cradles of the fancy
returning after how many entropic warps of consciousness
to this same clear page
without consequence or higher purpose than to broil
and over into prismic subjectivity,
entertaining longer waves of...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art #escape
#art #escape
411 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2019 4:12pm
5th Sep 2019 4:12pm
Arrow-Hearted
Brought to a cell where the floor is river mercury,
where jade imbues the walls,
a drink to immortal solitude
in this one brain death.
Inside a silphium fruit, extinct fossil
callused of overgrazing of the heart,
we barricade ourselves in a soulspace enlodged in the triad, traverse appetite and a spirit.
Few can live in a human's heart.
An alchemist of the reason tries to squeeze toxic fluorescent into one leaf's gold
on which to write that "All is one".
But the ego resists the transmutation.
Alchemy is dead. ...
where jade imbues the walls,
a drink to immortal solitude
in this one brain death.
Inside a silphium fruit, extinct fossil
callused of overgrazing of the heart,
we barricade ourselves in a soulspace enlodged in the triad, traverse appetite and a spirit.
Few can live in a human's heart.
An alchemist of the reason tries to squeeze toxic fluorescent into one leaf's gold
on which to write that "All is one".
But the ego resists the transmutation.
Alchemy is dead. ...
#love
#inspirational
#LifeCycle #magic
#LifeCycle #magic
444 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Aug 2019 4:25am
26th Aug 2019 4:25am
Retina of Imagination
Phasing in and out under the night waves
over the bodies in poppy bulb
past the irises inundated in purple beams.
At the break of the wish totem
and the unsealing of classic reads in the hollow,
at the stake of tried flags to the river
eroded at the helmline,
immortal
faced to the phantom's vision port
against upstream canyon and upstream trout.
Roll eyes over a fog
and sews lampshade in the air.
Once chews the tip off a gun, sprays fountains powder of...
over the bodies in poppy bulb
past the irises inundated in purple beams.
At the break of the wish totem
and the unsealing of classic reads in the hollow,
at the stake of tried flags to the river
eroded at the helmline,
immortal
faced to the phantom's vision port
against upstream canyon and upstream trout.
Roll eyes over a fog
and sews lampshade in the air.
Once chews the tip off a gun, sprays fountains powder of...
#PowerOfWords
578 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2019 6:46am
22nd Aug 2019 6:46am
Rocks of Rain
The amused freckled moon slinked its bow around the bar of clouded light.
In bar-speak it meant to see clearly through the iridescent red, blue and green that sprayed the ungaurded mint painting.
The cup overflowed, poured its mercury into the smelted dark,
and a neon red gripped onto the satellite's sprawled calves
and dressed it down and up the skyline like clenching starfish.
The studded stars on a string of earth, on strings that fence the borders,
slide off in the excavation.
The harped Leos of silver tongue ...
In bar-speak it meant to see clearly through the iridescent red, blue and green that sprayed the ungaurded mint painting.
The cup overflowed, poured its mercury into the smelted dark,
and a neon red gripped onto the satellite's sprawled calves
and dressed it down and up the skyline like clenching starfish.
The studded stars on a string of earth, on strings that fence the borders,
slide off in the excavation.
The harped Leos of silver tongue ...
#nature
#erotic
#surreal
621 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2019 00:57am
2nd Aug 2019 00:57am
This of Stylus Imprinted
In the rent of blanket,
the turkey stuffing foams.
Our sights derail the transformation of the orbit
and the orientation of the stars.
Comb out hair kitten violin
as we fall from spreaded linens.
The foxtrot of bones clasps the evergreen foilage,
and the yellow smirks from the scars of an ultraviolet.
You never saw the way the leaf bed shuddered
at the plucking of the weeds,
but natives hold their own reservations
in the pride of their separate law,
and this scurried to bed,
that the saliva bubbled on...
the turkey stuffing foams.
Our sights derail the transformation of the orbit
and the orientation of the stars.
Comb out hair kitten violin
as we fall from spreaded linens.
The foxtrot of bones clasps the evergreen foilage,
and the yellow smirks from the scars of an ultraviolet.
You never saw the way the leaf bed shuddered
at the plucking of the weeds,
but natives hold their own reservations
in the pride of their separate law,
and this scurried to bed,
that the saliva bubbled on...
#nature
#metaphor
400 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jul 2019 3:59am
17th Jul 2019 3:59am
Repressed Absolver
The well relapses on its drink
and from its kidney bloats in uranium,
a drunkard's ball.
Bury the droplets at wartime.
There is no exit from rumination
with the depth of 300 feet beyond.
The bedrock implodes and brittle radon
sheds away throughout to the magic water.
Last she looked, last her face she saw.
Last, before the brain collapsed.
We believe the pool entreasures that image pre-fright.
Returning to this corner here
of mania and tastebuds metal,
the memory trace...
and from its kidney bloats in uranium,
a drunkard's ball.
Bury the droplets at wartime.
There is no exit from rumination
with the depth of 300 feet beyond.
The bedrock implodes and brittle radon
sheds away throughout to the magic water.
Last she looked, last her face she saw.
Last, before the brain collapsed.
We believe the pool entreasures that image pre-fright.
Returning to this corner here
of mania and tastebuds metal,
the memory trace...
#regret
#childhood
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
452 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2019 2:16am
29th Jun 2019 2:16am
The Fairies of Dark Mass
The pantheism has made them dull, dropping from inhibition with a nose full of stardust.
The aether god consumes the perturbations of space and bends curves in galaxies steady
with the hand dug into
the expansion of gravity.
The frills of the universal robe
open to the glitter moths of black horizons
whose wings spurt off in dandelion seeds
of jetted particles.
But even at the center, the dark made whole,
as the bloat was uncounted by ray bursts
and the light of the sky...
The aether god consumes the perturbations of space and bends curves in galaxies steady
with the hand dug into
the expansion of gravity.
The frills of the universal robe
open to the glitter moths of black horizons
whose wings spurt off in dandelion seeds
of jetted particles.
But even at the center, the dark made whole,
as the bloat was uncounted by ray bursts
and the light of the sky...
#universe
#astronomy
435 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jun 2019 1:51am
13th Jun 2019 1:51am
The Stillbirth of Venus and the End of Eroticism
I see the pears upchuck worms
and beauty engorged of holes in a fungal ulceration...
Gaped, souring in the routine of thrust lunges to the floor, bleeding of blues and violets
shattered from the skyline
and branded on the bank of needles hot heroin and another's plasma.
The pallet boils off the tongue and admits refuse down the bile-fluxed esophagus,
the desire itching of wine and larvae,
inflamed in vinegar on the face of the slapped-up pear
that eats...
and beauty engorged of holes in a fungal ulceration...
Gaped, souring in the routine of thrust lunges to the floor, bleeding of blues and violets
shattered from the skyline
and branded on the bank of needles hot heroin and another's plasma.
The pallet boils off the tongue and admits refuse down the bile-fluxed esophagus,
the desire itching of wine and larvae,
inflamed in vinegar on the face of the slapped-up pear
that eats...
#lust
#dark
#sex
#emptiness
#apathy
449 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Apr 2019 5:32pm
14th Apr 2019 5:32pm
And for the Overspreading of Abominations He Shall Make it Desolate
Jerusalem black lampshade through which silver froth repulsion
crinkles untoward the fingers' bone on horizon
as bumps on the cheek pave nails
down a bubbling caricature,
teeth on many congestive hearts.
For light, no, what is this leather of threads of nubiles' chest
at unravelment of their prostitution skins,
still soft to the coarse salt pickling like the pig paw?
The sanctum of the Tabernacle
of a Weiser's musty new oblation
pierced its temporal lobe with quantum entanglement.
"Hiding light under a bushel." ...
crinkles untoward the fingers' bone on horizon
as bumps on the cheek pave nails
down a bubbling caricature,
teeth on many congestive hearts.
For light, no, what is this leather of threads of nubiles' chest
at unravelment of their prostitution skins,
still soft to the coarse salt pickling like the pig paw?
The sanctum of the Tabernacle
of a Weiser's musty new oblation
pierced its temporal lobe with quantum entanglement.
"Hiding light under a bushel." ...
#dark
#death
#evil
#religion
#apocalypse
517 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Mar 2019 6:13am
28th Mar 2019 6:13am
Bond of Drooling
#PowerOfWords
#sensual
487 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Mar 2019 2:43am
27th Mar 2019 2:43am
Away with You
I am social unrest.
I drag the confident from their bedrooms with crying,
snatching their locks down to a beggar's pride
at the bottom of the rock.
"Let go, let go,"
but I am mute to screams.
I dipped them in a well of mind,
where I gnashed as if I were betrayed
in asking for a widower's death,
but God was content with the weathering of the face in the apology for unsewing its mother's womb,
and so I long to teach you:
life is an equalizer,
and the mind can be defective
if you haven't let your wrist...
I drag the confident from their bedrooms with crying,
snatching their locks down to a beggar's pride
at the bottom of the rock.
"Let go, let go,"
but I am mute to screams.
I dipped them in a well of mind,
where I gnashed as if I were betrayed
in asking for a widower's death,
but God was content with the weathering of the face in the apology for unsewing its mother's womb,
and so I long to teach you:
life is an equalizer,
and the mind can be defective
if you haven't let your wrist...
#anxiety
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#redemption
#HumanRights
400 reads
2 Comments
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